words are shining, shimmering, skating by

jumping between cars and dancing in side views

as i follow the bridge across my river.

the sun streams across my shoulder,

threatening to burn with her passion

as i chase and grab and cup,

catching my thoughts like fireflies.

i am barefoot on an august night,

soft grass beneath emerging stars.

nothing makes sense as written,

words of the brilliant bang against my brain –

phrases of beauty and perfect images

painted by syllables

stare at me and mock my feeble feelings,

laugh at my unsteady words and my

shaking left hand

reaching towards the sky.

someday those shy stars will be mine

and my words will be heard

by the ether.